Busted flat and dusted boy your mind's a terrible thing   said the man with the dirty hand who claimed that he was king   choking angels from inside trying to make them sing   cause you're short of breath and close to death from sleeping on the wing      Dirty king, dirty king now you're strapped in for the ride   it's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied      Mr. Innocent Blood says kills just for love   too bad the good ones always have to take your blame   Hey sharp tongue liar making pay in a bed of fire   too bad your dreams are always made of losing games      Dirty king, dirty king now you're strapped in for the ride   it's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied   but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, yes indeed   but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, dirty king   but I wish I had myself a dime for everytime I cursed your goddamn name...   Mr. Clean      sweating on the line, doing 40, wasting time   ain't it funny how that money rots your brain   put your soul on trial cause you lost it all to a tiny vial   look in the mirror when you tell me who's insane      Dirty king, dirty king now you're strapped in for the ride   it's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied   but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, yes indeed   but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, dirty king   but I wish I had myself a dime for everytime I cursed your goddamn name...   Mr. Clean      Sold with a bottle of dope (??)